Up until March 10, I lived in a small, wooded, old neighborhood on the edge of Northside in Cincinnati.

Our reviewer (who was there) thinks it did a pretty good job!

Prison is Hushed and heavy Like water near the Ocean’s floor, Then loud and bitter, Like fractious storms lashing the sky Everything cement and nerves

my flesh is rippling music dancing as i move my hands my lips across your supple body blending everything becomes bewildered unpretended in these moments of ecstatic rhythm reggae sweat your breath so sweet still lingering upon my lips your…

A review of The Battle of the Story of the Battle of Seattle, David Solnit and Rebecca Solnit

my flesh is rippling music dancing as I move my hands my lips across your supple